Whitebark Stream and it’s getting so hard tryna to cope

Thig-inga Chub. Okay, that was... unusual. Artyom's smile brightened and he beamed down at the boy with an amused, toothy smile. "Ah, yes," he crooned, "that is a fine name for your little blackbird."

Artyom lowered his haunches to the ground and lifted his stare, earthen eyes finding the dark-feathered songbird as it called out to its mate. "Perhaps if we wait long enough, he will come down to the ground to say hello."